My father is a voyeur loving man, but he will asian pay you nothing if you return me a defiled woman.” “He doesn’t sound like a loving man.” “He’s a pragmatist.” “You mean an asshole.” Brock barked, “And what a sad future he has set up for you. Highborn blood, but not to be a queen. A life of feasts and pageantry, but not one of power. Sounds boring, Yavara. A warrior like you, resigned to sucking off some lord and pumping out little elflings. I don’t think you want that; highborn ladies don’t usually run through the forest shooting at orcs.” Brock’s demeanor changed rapidly, his calm eyes grew wide, and a greedy grin crept across his face. Before I could react, Brock’s hand shot out and grabbed my face, his sweaty palm pressed against my nose and mouth, filling my sinuses with his stench, killing my breath. Terror gripped me as assuredly as his hand did, and its paralysis betrayed me as Brock lifted me to my knees. “No, highborn ladies japanese don’t do that at all, but I guess you aren’t like them, are you?” Brock’s voice was thick in my ear, cutting through the drumming in my temples, “No, you’re a wild one. You want to get bloody with the beasts and stare death in the eye. I like that. Now, I’ve had my share of lowborn elves, but I’ve never tasted royalty before.” I screamed against Brock’s muffling hand, and he chuckled. His other hand grabbed my bodice, and tore off my dress. My scream rose. The rags slipped down to my waist, exposing my breasts to the cold night, the nipples taut and prickled. I felt his breath against my chest, hot air caressing my vulnerable node. I went deathly still, prey instincts taking over. Brock’s lips wrapped around me, his teeth bit gently, and he sucked from my breast, pulling the porcelain globe from my chest in a greedy slurp. I tried to fight him then, squirming and thrashing like a fish in my binds, and Brock’s hand was the teen hook I dangled from, holding my head up, forcing me to arch my back and press my breasts to his consuming mouth. I could feel his tongue circling my nipple, his rough lips pulling at the dark flesh surrounding it. Brock’s other hand squeezed tightly upon my free breast, deforming it with his fingers until they were lost in my succulence. The he released me, and before I could find relief, I felt his callused hand slide down my stomach. No-no-no-no-no! Brock’s thick fingers forced their way between my legs, easily dividing the rigid press of my thighs. I gasped as two of his fingers found my outer lips, my body stilling with the shock of it. Such an intimate place, never before touched by another. The violation struck me to the core. I strained beneath his stinking hand to scream something, anything that would make this stop, but his grip remained air-tight. He forked his fingers to spread my lips open, public and plunged his thick middle digit inside me. The pain cut through me like a knife, hot and jagged, sending a scream through me that breached the muting palm. Brock laughed. “Don’t be so dramatic, Yavara. It’s just a finger, your father can at least compromise on that! Here, taste yourself.” Brock withdrew his violating finger, squished my lips open, and forced me to taste the blood of my chastity. With his finger secured in my mouth and pressing onto my evading tongue, he used his free hand to continue plundering my virginity. Two of his fingers kneaded my inner flesh, the others spreading me open, and the thumb toying with my hood until my clit was compelled forth. It would be great if Tonya gasped and moaned on Daddy's cock while Mom ate my cunt. "Fuuck me.." “No I don’t.” That seems consistent with the unicorn attack slipping under the radar, too. She moved beneath me, working that juicy cunt around my cock. We thought this would make it better and public were both to afraid to say we were not enjoying it. I say "sure, hop on up here". Nefertiti said nothing, his caution painted across his face which stared intently upon the stranger; "Please, you can relax yourself around me." The voice remained calm and warm, but to Nefertiti this did little more teen than stir a suspicion that the masked man all too easily detected, "My boy... Eve, you’ve really scored with this one!” she says making me blush. A little too tight for comfort.” Alex threw her forward so she was sitting voyeur on the center console facing him and got to his knees. I whispered into her ear. Ryan put his arm round me and said, I checked her desires, and Tonya was beginning to have thoughts of lesbian sex with other women. She arched her eyebrows, a questioning look. Her every thrust brought me closer and closer to that magical moment. Like an escort service. I said this is Derik; he interrupts and says …” tell her everything”. I heard her purr and she kept on sucking my whole length of my cock. After ten minutes of tearful trials, my daughter’s green eyes sparkled proudly up at me, her consuming asian lips kissing my base, four of her fingers forked, two in japanese each of my holes. “Mollie gives off the same scent, and mostly so do I. Admit it. We felt each other up, and she gave me a couple of hand jobs, but she was not ready to go all the way yet. Finally, her toes fused together, and her feet changed into heavy hooves.